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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 2 years ago

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The Devil You Know (Part 1) - The First Sin

Pairing: Demon! Captain John Price x Reader

(No use of y/n)

Warnings: This series will contain scenes of a violent and sexual nature, I will be more specific as I write more parts.

Summary: Reader is a soldier hanging on to their last gasp of life, trying to summon a demon associated with soldiers and battlefields in order to aid them. Unluckily for you though, the demon isn't interested in a short term deal. He finds himself quite attached to you, and he doesn't want to let you go.

-🔥-

Disembodied hands shook wildly as they set about their terrible task. At least that’s how it seemed to you - appendages moving around a blurred screen, drawing dirtied red symbols with panicked uncertainty. You swiped another slick fingerful of your blood into the dusty concrete and clenched your aching teeth together, finishing off the last curve of the sigil with a snakish hiss.

“I call to you…with the blood of my battle wounds. Jo- Jotan, I will be your willing servant.”

You looked around, eyes darting wildly for movement or any sign that your ridiculous little saving grace had worked. Though nothing happened. You blinked feverishly, feeling your lip wobble at first and then your entire body shake as you absorbed the facts in front of you. You were actually going to die.

A cackle broke out into the room, competing with the baying gunshots outside to break the walls of the decaying shell of a building. It was you. You were finally losing your mind, absorbing the facts in front of you with detached horror.

Perhaps the ruins were an office before, but now it was the final resting place of a desperate lunatic who’d decided to decorate their sepulchre before laughing themselves into death’s arms. The cruelty of it burned in your throat and stang at your eyes, soon searing hot tears into the ruined flesh of your cheeks.

It was a foolish last ditch effort anyway, you mused, collapsing onto your back in the middle of the blood seal. A stupid myth you’d clung to in a final attempt to save your life, a ritual told to you by someone that was long dead themself. If they presumably hadn’t bothered to use it, then why would it do you any good?

“Oh dear…I’m not too late am I?” cooed a soft rumbling voice.

Your eyes opened wide, the owner of the call demanding to be seen. That murmur fizzled in your ears and vibrated in your blood, forcing your hands to scrabble at the ground and set you into a sitting position again.

When you finally rose, you were held in place by the stranger. His onyx black eyes pinned you into place, watching you twitching and panting like a caught mouse. Apparently you amused him with this. His lips pulled into a grin, revealing a row of white teeth that curved into points at the canines and outer incisors, it was the smile of a predator. As if he needed to advertise any more warning signs.

His body was big and broad, his chest a large plane of solid flesh dusted with soot and soft dark hair that matched his bristly beard and hickory hued hair. His large arms were decorated with similar etchings to the ones you’d messily painted, both of them circled in two iron bands at the bicep and forearms, they looked like they could crack teeth in a pinch. There were also a few bands on the thick dark tail that waved behind him too, a detail you only noticed as it seemed to lovingly caress the shadows around his legs.

It was what finally confirmed for you that this was him. The fabled demon of battlefields - Jotan.

“You came,” you whispered.

“You called,” he returned, tilting his head at you. “Surprised you managed to complete the circle. You’ve lost a lot of blood, Sergeant.”

“I…I have,” you replied, feeling another wave of nausea roll through you.

“And I suppose you want me to do something about that?” he said, mouth twisting into a wry half smile.

It was almost worse than when you’d seen his fanged teeth. He looked positively ready to devour you, his gleaming eyes fixed on you like a tiger. You were just waiting for him to pounce, breath catching in your dry throat as you anticipated the killing bite. Suddenly you’d forgotten that it was you that called the terrible entity here, that he was supposed to be serving you rather than terrifying you.

“C’mon now, Love. You clearly knew enough about the ritual to get me here…aren’t you going to follow through?” he prompted, leaning down to meet you at your level. “It’s rude to keep a demon waiting, you know.”

His arms folded over his dark trousers, crossing over each other at his lap as if he were asking you to do something so completely mundane. He tilted his head at you again, flicking his eyes up to the doorway on the other side of the room as it started to shudder and bang. Voices were worming their way through the debris, shouts blasting in through the cracks.

Bang, bang, bang.

You didn’t have much time. Not that your body would be able to hold on much longer anyway.

“I want you to- please…take me back to exfil. Get me the fuck out of here and safely back to base and I’ll do whatever you want,” you said, voice cracking as you made your plea. “Ask anything you want from me, Jotan. Just get me the fuck away from here.”

His eyes curved into shadowed moons, once again he beamed at you. It felt like the stifling room heated a few more degrees. To add insult to injury your lungs began to struggle, it felt like your body was in its last stages of failing.

You briefly wondered if all this just might be a delusion. Maybe your head was presenting you with him as a way to cope with being turned to pink mist by the men that still called from the door outside, as a way to forget about your torn up arms that’d been sliced open by the bombings, and the bullet hole that had been weeping silently in your leg.

Bang, bang, bang.

“I’ll tell you what…I’m feelin’ generous,” the demon murmured, reaching out and forcing your chin up with in his charred fingers. “I’ll take you back to base, just like you want. And now…I could ask for your soul in return, for you to be my eternal servant when you do meet your end, and I really could have you do anything for me. However I won’t do that. Instead, I want to lend you my power. Just for today. That is my only offer.”

You frowned, a million racing thoughts crashing through your mind all at the same time. You’d made peace with the fact he’d ask for something awful, known it even. This clearly had to be a trick. Nevertheless, your head throbbed perilously and the door and furniture you’d messily propped in front of it were going to give way.You didn't have much time.

Bang, bang, bang.

“What will I do with your power?” you asked desperately, looking from him and to the end of the room.

“Let me worry about that,” he chuckled. “I’ll guide you, Sergeant. All you have to do is agree…that or let them flood in and kill you.”

Bang, bang, bang.

He motioned to the thundering door and raised his brows at you. At that point his dark eyes were like vortexes, they dragged you into his orbit and had you falling under his spell. You knew logically that whatever was going to happen was going to change the course of your life forever - and not for the good. Even then, you couldn’t find the strength to deny him, couldn’t hold enough faith in a glorious next life to accept that you’d leave this one.

“Fine! I accept,” you said, eyes wet and heavy.

An animal growl rattled through your bones and shuddered throughout the skeleton remains of the office space. Your body flinched back, responding just as your instincts wanted, but the demon didn’t allow you to retreat. He was quick - arms lashing out and moving like a whip. He gripped your neck like a farmer does to his chickens come dinner time, and just when you were ready for the snap, your body jerked violently.

You forced yourself to your feet, no, you surged upwards like you were under possession. Your legs didn’t feel like they’d buckle anymore, they felt renewed. Your heartbeat was steady like a punctual train, and your breathing returned to normal, better than normal even. Everything in you felt like it was new, like someone had taken out your broken parts and given you an upgrade. You smiled, lips curling over your teeth unnaturally.

Wait- were those…fangs poking into your bottom lip?

Bang!

There was no time to wonder at the strange way your mouth felt. Your head jerked up and suddenly you were greeted with the second worst sight of the day. The enemy soldiers had you surrounded, they flooded into the room like a locust swarm and pointed their guns at you, faithfully looking toward their Captain for the authority to execute.

Normally you would’ve shuddered, or maybe even fallen to the floor, but you held fast. Your breathing remained calm, but your vision went dark. That’s not to say you passed out, but a thick hazy filter seemed to descend across your eyes. Then just when you were about to question it, your arms reached out as if you were being puppeteered and your entire body unwillingly shot forward.

There was no time to even think to connect your actions to the seemingly absent demon then. Instead you latched onto the soldier in front of you like a bear and sank your teeth into his neck. The man screamed, and yelped, and made all sorts of inhuman noises as he struggled to try and pull you off. Though there was no helping him. You continued to bite at his arteries and savage him until his screams were silent and overtaken by the men around him.

Gunshots rang out, but none pierced you. Men beat at your back and pulled at your arms, but you didn’t break your hold. Copper filled your mouth, but you didn’t spit. You smiled with glee and licked at your own salty tears, disengaging from your target only when you were ready.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of the butchery.

-🔥-

“For fuck sake, get yersel’ to the sink ye riot!”

You jumped out of your thoughts and hazarded a quick look up to your worried manager, following that up by nodding silently and running off to the bathroom. Fuck. All that you could do was grimly stare down at the blood while it merged with the clean tap water and remind yourself that it was fine. You weren’t outside the wire anymore, you were just wait staff in a small restaurant, and you didn’t need to worry about bleeding out anymore because the biggest hazard you faced now was apparently picking up a dirty knife the wrong way.

“Fucking hell,” you chuckled, quietly facing yourself in the mirror and taking a pause from the gory scene below. “It’s just a tiny cut.”

For a second, so quick you only just registered it, black eyes flashed behind you. You jumped back and hyperventilated, doing everything you could to stop yourself from screaming. Though it couldn’t be helped. You forced your hands over your mouth and yelled a muffled cry into your palms instead and rode out your panicked heartbeats until you could be sure you wouldn’t collapse.

You did a double take, searching the mirror for those horrible eyes or any other signs of their proprietor. However, there was nothing else to see but a pathetic ex soldier, black tile and cheap imitation herringbone wood flooring. Suddenly you felt absolutely ridiculous.

You slipped your hands from your mouth and covered your eyes instead, rubbing at hideously embarrassing tears with anger. That stupid therapist you were going to was so wrong, you thought bitterly, you were never going to make progress. You constantly swore that you could see those demonic eyes wherever you went, and sometimes you even thought you saw him. Well not the demon exactly, but a man that so closely resembled him - just without the tail and black eyes.

It’d been a full year since you’d been honourably discharged from the military, and even in all that time, you still hadn’t healed. Sure, the cuts and bullet wounds had made miraculous progress and faded to tiny scars, but inside you may as well have been a shooting range dummy right at the end of target practice. While your superiors had seen fit to dedicate you with a medal for the miraculous fight you put up against the enemy, your head still hadn’t gotten to grips with just how you did it.

Multiple therapists had put it down to repressed memory. They told you that whatever had really happened must’ve been replaced with that accursed demon summoning ritual that you dreamed up in an adrenaline filled haze. They said you might remember it all eventually once you’d healed more, or even that you might never get the answers you sought. There was no footage from your vest cam, and no other eyewitnesses left alive to say what had happened. Just you and your janky, wacky memories.

“Hey, Riot! You gonna come back on shift anytime soon or do I have to explain to Marco why the big bad ex-soldier is dying over a little cut?”

You turned to the door and smiled to yourself, feeling your chest grow lighter the second you heard that voice. Emily always knew how to pull you out of a funk. With that in mind, you shook your head, felt your goosebumps retreat away and stepped out into the scorching warmth of the restaurant. Once more back into the fray.

“The big bad ex-soldier had a lot of blood coming out that little cut,” you shrugged, “can’t be creating a healthcode violation, you know that.”

Emily raised one of her thick dark eyebrows in question and put her hands on her hips. Oh no, this was the serious stance. In fairness, the tables were mobbed that night and she’d been run off her feet by two difficult tables that were ‘not getting acceptable service by any definition of the word’ as one of them had apparently said.

“Put a blue plaster on it and get back out here before I give you a real war wound,” she growled.

Your eyes widened, but you still smiled despite yourself.

“You’re the boss!”

You rushed off to do as she said, ready to come back out and assist her, and if necessary neutralise any threat to her sanity. Emily was one of the few people you’d reconnected with after coming back home, and anyone that messed with her henceforth, was now messing with you.

She’d seen you out and about at the park one day, taking one of your ‘haunted walks’ as she called them - only because you had trouble sleeping and would walk around in a black hoodie with the hood up. It was like something clicked, after being so reluctant to share anything with your family, or military buddies that tried to reach out, it was like you’d found your key. You’d babbled to her about how badly you were struggling to adjust to civilian life, leaking your frustrations like a bled radiator, and she accepted you. She listened without pity.

Now while you wound a plaster round your silly little cut, you watched her zoom round the tables with true gratitude. She was the only reason you’d gotten the job, and been able to integrate back into real life. As much as you had your moments of frustrations, and had brief run ins with your PTSD, you at least had something to distract yourself with. Something that grabbed your attention and set your breathing straight again, when before you would curl in the corner of your room and scream for many minutes at a time.

Once the plaster was affixed, you fiddled with the cracked old first aid box and wrangled it shut, stowing it back into place with a thud before rushing back out to the floor. The smell of garlic and pasta filled your senses, and the voices of the patrons roared rapturously in your ears again. The normal hustle and bustle of the place set you back into your rhythm and the ramped up tempo sent you hurtling toward the kitchen.

“Where’ve you fucking been?” one of the chefs groused, “we’ve got a million plates for table ten here that need serving! I can hear them bitching from here, get moving!”

“Had a little accident getting the plates to Frankie,” you said, motioning to the plaster and your fraught KP behind the pass. “Good to go now!”

Rather than stay to hear the chef's curses, you rushed off with the plates and delivered them to the table, plastering on a smile as the customers moaned up a storm to your face. After offering them your apologies and promises of free sides, they hushed up and all was good again. You tended to your other tables and resumed duty as normal, rotating around Emily and the other waiter, Michael, like little clockwork toys. You all ticked along perfectly, leaving full stomachs and mostly happy faces in your wake.

“Can you take this to table thirteen, please? I gotta piss like crazy!”Micheal ordered.

He handed you a steak that was positively dripping in blood, almost setting you off again were it not for the fact that you were so confused by his request. There’s potatoes and salad and sauce on that plate, you thought to yourself, its not a body, just a hunk of meat.

“There isn’t a table thir-” you started, soon trailing off.

Michael had long since dashed off before you could correct him and you sighed to yourself. Great, now who on earth could this be for? You knew every table in the restaurant of course, your knowledge on the place was near perfect with Emily acting like a drill sergeant during your probation stages. However, you didn’t know where thirteen could be, because it didn’t exist. Most people knew that restaurants skipped that number because it was unlucky. Apparently not Michael though.

“I believe that’s for me,” called a rumbling voice.

You frowned and looked down to the man before you, startling as you realised that a table had been placed where it shouldn’t have, and in turn you were standing right over a poor customer. No wonder Michael had made the mistake, you had no idea where the table had even come from. Though you were too embarrassed to worry very much about that in the moment, you needed to recover in front of the man before you made an idiot out of yourself.

“Apologies, sir,” you said with a nervous laugh. “It’s been a busy night. Can I get you anything else?”

You placed down the food in front of him and were glad for it after you’d made eye contact. There was something strange about the man that made you jump. His stunning blue eyes captured your gaze and made you feel like you were in the middle of a laser sight. You gulped and looked away for a second afterward, trying your best to compose yourself.

“Thank you,” the man said softly, still fixing his eyes on you. “This is perfect.”

His sly grin struck you as familiar, but when you studied the man more, you couldn’t place him. He had a dark peacoat draped over his chair and wore a black shirt and fitted jeans. His beard was trim and cut close to his jawline, and his hair was near perfect, combed back neatly over his head. Everything about him was perfectly ordinary, perhaps would’ve been completely innocuous if not for his eyes.

You could’ve sworn there was a little black band circling the pupil, but just as you thought you’d lost yourself in them he chuckled at you. Causing your face to flame up in burning shame.

“I’m so sorry for staring,” you apologised, holding your hands up in appeasement. “I don’t know what that was about, sorry. You just seemed familiar for a sec.”

“Oh really?” he laughed, “Don’t happen to know a Jonathan Price do you?”

“Jonathan Price?” you repeated questioningly.

“My name, sweetheart,” he grinned, showing off his pointy canines. “Though you can just call me John if you like.”

“Oh my god, my brain’s going tonight,” you laughed, trying to get yourself away from him and the bloody steak that seemed to ooze with every passing second. “I’ll stop bothering you now, Jonathan! Enjoy your steak.”

His name sat heavy on your tongue, as if a fizzy sweetie had stung at the nerves and left it swollen and red. Jonathan. There was something about it that didn’t fit right. An unnatural force wanted you to turn round and call him a liar, demand that he reveal himself for who he really was.

Though you didn’t put much credence in unnatural forces anymore. Not when unnatural forces tended to be symptoms of your mental illness. Instead you shook your head and kept working, making a note to yourself that you needed to get more sleep that night. Sleep and meds usually helped, and you were praying that they’d set you right again the next day.

#Demon!Price #captain john price #captain price x reader #mw2 #call of duty

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 4 months ago

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Headcanon - Bloodlust

Very specific idea for Alastor/Husk/Niffty, but under a specific circumstance. Implied spicy.

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Messed up idea of husk/alastor/niffty

Alastor has a number of lowlifes on his leash, specifically because heir deals bind them from doing certain unsavoury things… and if they try, he’s alerted.

Enter a specific creep who has a thing for kids.

Sinner kids are few and far between, the bar for evil is a bit higher for them… but there’s some. They tended to get put in Hellborn-managed places or with family who weren’t y’know, completely terrible people.

Hellborns could have kids though.

Sometimes too many, there was always someone desperate enough to sell one to feed the many… and sometimes Sinners tried to get their hands on ‘em. This creep (name to choose later) triggers his collar, and Alastor stops mid-sentence, eyes in radio dial.

He turns brusquely to Husk, and Niffty who was polishing the bartop.

“Husker, Niffty, we’re going hunting. Right now.”

They’d seen that expression before.

“Who?”

“(Name)”

Husk growls, and across the room Angel has to pull a cushion over his lap because damn.

Charlie tries to ask where they’re going, but to no avail.

The trio return, hours later, absolutely drenched in blood and viscera, dragging the remains of a sinner in one hand and Husk carrying a small bundle in the other. The latter handed off to a shell-shocked Vaggie as she stumbles over to ask what was happening…

“She wasn’t wanted. They sold her to this guy…” mumbles the cat, pupils blown wide and tail lashing.

Vaggie is staring down at this tiny little hellhound-imp baby, who stares innocently back, and falls in love instantly.

There’s a palpable bloodlust radiating off the trio, filling the air with something that makes angel think of Val’s pheromones. It was heady…

Without a further word, the trio disappear up the stairs in wisps of shadow, the corpse alongside them.

And the minute they hit the room, the shades can barely lock the doors in time, before clothes start tearing free and teeth clack. Rough and feral, almost, the scent of blood seems to be heightening their actions…

[Be more artistic in descriptions / rough overview, etc]

Alastor uses his tongue to make Niffty scream, his own hand buried in Husk’s fur as the other sucks him off. Then Niffty takes Husk to the hilt, as Alastor’s tentacles toy with them all. Husk bangs Alastor, Niffty takes them both, and she giggles about the mess. Husk laps at the mess made in niffty as Alastor finishes inside him, tendrils jerking him off.

It’s a hedonistic mess in there.

The next day, everyone is back to normal, confusing everyone else who'd had every pillow they could find over their heads the night before because Wow they were LOUD.

“Hey uh, if you and those two are together, I’ll back off with the flirting… you coulda said.” Angel says sheepishly, rubbing his arm.

“What? Hah, those two? Nah. That’s just bloodlust, kid… gotta work it off after a hunt or you can’t settle down.” Husk reassures.

“Oh! Okay, yeah… that something that happens often?”

“Not really… Boss goes on hunts for food all the time, this was a special kind… the kind where someone broke contract and had to be dealt with.”

“So he’d hunt you if you broke contract and then fuck Niffty and whoever else?” Angel was appalled.

“What? No! Look, boss has a handful of deals with some real fucked up characters, he gets them a place to live and a job, but in exchange they can’t do… what they’re down here for, or even think about it. If they act on it, like (Name) did… by buyin’ himself a child to hand rear and… well, don’t think too hard about it, you’ll be sick to your stomach… anyway, those guys break their deal? Then Al knows immediately. And we go huntin’.”

“Oh. That’s… kinda good, I guess. So, can… anyone go on these hunts?” He toys with his glass.

“Anyone he trusts can, but you gotta be able to handle it, what we do to the dealbreaker, that is. The sex, I think you got downpat.”

“Hehe, you bet! Maybe he’d let me’n’cherri help out next time? I always wondered what happened to the kid-botherers down here… but it feels better knowing he’s gottem on a short chain. And, say in the spirit of honesty... is there any way you’d tell me what he’s like in-...”

“Angel my good fellow, you finish that query and I will never let you hunt with us.”

“Spoilsport! Just wanna know… you know it’s my favourite subject.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out should you behave well on the next hunt. Now do excuse me, I need to check on the little one we rescued yesterday, and ensure her wellbeing… although I rather fancy she will end up adopted by Charlotte and Vagatha based on the way those two were cooing at her this morning.”

Niffty climbs up on Angel’s lap as Alastor leaves. “You’re so soft, it’ll be fun to have you play with us during a Hunt… but you need to use twice the shampoo to get blood out of your fur. That’s what Sir and Husk say…” She pouts. “But you only like to play with boys right? Don’t worry, I got good with the wearable thing, if you’d like that! But… what about your explodey friend? Would she play with me too?”

Angel laughs, “Oh yeah, Cherri’s the best when she’s with a gal she’s into… promise. Hey Niff, can you tell me what ya boss is like after a hunt?”

Niffty thinks a moment, then gestures him down to whisper in his ear.

Whatever she says makes all eight of the arachnid’s eyes go wide with shock, and more than a little arousal.

“...oooh, and! He likes to bite!”

“Niff!” Husk warns, flushing as she shows off not just patently Alastor bitemark on her shoulder… but a rather feline one as well.

She giggles, jumping up to push up fur around the cat sinner’s throat. “So do I!”

Ah yes, very Pointedly Niffty-shaped rings of teeth dotted the other’s neck. “Even if I do get fluff in my teeth sometimes.”

“Oooh, Husky, you didn’t tell me you had a little nibbling kink going on…”

“S’not relevant to normal conversation, Legs.”

“He does! You should see Sir’s neck!”

Angel shoots cosmopolitan through his nose and chokes. “What…?” he mumbles weakly.

Husker straight up leaves the bar, no longer willing to engage in this conversation before it gets any more awkward. “You’ll find out if you ever go on a hunt with us. So stop askin’.”

If Angel sends a vaguely coded series of incredulous emoji-based texts to his bestie Cherri, and ifa television overlord nearly loses his mind when he realises the content…? Well, that was just par for the course.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #husker #niffty #angel dust #specific au involving bloodlust #phoenixwrites

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afrognamedfizzarolli · 1 year ago

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Holy. Fucking. Shit.

SEASON 2 TRAILER BITCHES

I'm absolutely loosing my mind! I actually woke up to my phone blowing up about it. And I've spent the last few hours rewatching it and trying to break it down. So I'm going to share my thoughts!

Ive organized all the clips into the separate episodes I believe they are from, so lets start with The Full Moon. Here's my theory about how I think these clips line up and what the episode will be about!

So to start, I'm confident these clips with Vassago and Andrealphus take place in this episode. Probably the first part asking where Stolas is being near the very beginning of the episode. The shot of Andrealphus I'm not sure of though. (I'd like to mention how much I love how his tail comes up and makes it clear he is in fact a peacock)

Next we have these clips of Blizø and Stolas. Stolas is evidently frustrated. While this could very likely be in the later half, I have a feeling this is early in the episode, probably when Blitzø shows up for their full moon meeting. I'm guessing this is where Stolas dumps on Blitzø that he wants to actually be loved. The shot of the flower would also make sense to be in this scene as they are in the garden.

I believe this form we see attack Stolas and Blitzø is Vassago. This is tricky as far as where it goes, but I'm going to place it here as Blitzø is in his signature outfit here like he was in the last scene. Stolas has changed though

Here's where we start to see Blitzø in his outfit specific outfit. I think this is later that day or the next day, him planning to go back to see Stolas and properly express that he indeed loves him. Here I think he is telling Moxxie that he is not going to be working that day and literally dumping the work load on Mox.

I looove these clips! My guess to whats happening here is that Blitzø goes to Fizz looking for help, one of them has the idea to bring a gift to Stolas, Fizz takes Blitzø into this part of the palace with a bunch of Ozzies creations. He pulls out the absurdity large toy as an idea. Eventually they end up deciding on the "Dankee" candle, which Blitzø brings to Stolas. I also love that it looks like he scaled the wall up to the balcony while dragging this comically large candle in a sack.

Here's the part we've all been dreading waiting for... The crystal. I think here is where Stolas gives it to him, and express' how much he hates the transactional deal they have going on. Blitzø completely takes it the wrong way, thinking Stolas is giving it to him as a way to tell him to fuck off.

Here Blitzø also says the "You fucks think you can do this every time" which is alluding to again that Blitzø has experience and possibility was involved with another royal at some point. I know this isnt a new theory, but I think Vassago is a very likely candidate as its very convenient to have this line and Vassago introduced in (presumably) the same episode. This could also just be referring to higher class demons in general, such as Verosika

These next few clips I believe all take place in The Full Moon as well, but I'm not confident on their placement. The shot of Octavia maybe not, but her line what was over it, saying how Stolas doesn't love her or Stella, only Blitzø, is most likely near in this episode though.

For these 3, I think they are during the Stolitz duet, either in the very beginning or ending of the episode (I seem to remember it being said the episode will open with it, but I might be imagining that)

In the part where the images of Blitzø shatter, it's the one closest to Stolas first and then makes its way out, it's also the one closest to him where Blitzø looks the happiest and as they get further he looks more upset/distressed.

The sequence of Blitzø and Stolas' silhouettes could also be almost anywhere but makes sense during the duet. I love the detail of Blitzø's tattoo showing as a heart as a child and as an adult its a broken heart (it's hard to see in these screen shots cause Tumblr decided to nuke the quality)

In the part where Stolas is singing with the celestial imagery he is again wearing a red turtle neck under his cape which bares a resemblance to the one hes wearing when Blitzø is protecting him. I'm not sure if this means anything, but fells worth pointing out.

Again I am sorry for the shit photo quality, and possible bad grammar and spelling. I currently have the posts for the rest of the episodes nearly done so expect those in the next few hours ♡ Id love to hear any other ideas or theories about the upcoming episodes, or anything I missed/got wrong!

Pt. 1: The Full Moon | Pt. 2 :Apology Tour | Pt. 3: Ghostfuckers | Pt. 4: Mastermind | Pt. 5: Sinsmas

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dr-futbol-blog · 6 months ago

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Critical Mass, Pt. 2

Next we get to see one of those rare private moments between Sheppard and McKay, only this one is taking place out in the open so it shows us how they are when they are just the two of them doing every day things on Atlantis. This too we have never gotten to see before, only having joined them at the tail-end of them walking into places together. Now we catch them seemingly mid-walk, mid-conversation and while there are several scenes with plot exposition between the previous scene and this (the Goa'uld have hidden a bomb -- actually they have rigged the ZPM to explode taking the planet with it -- on Atlantis), the audience is led to connect this to their previous scene with Weir and Ronon, as though this was taking place just after the meeting with the two of them having left it together.

However, that is not what has happened because McKay is telling Sheppard something that he had learned from Weir that Sheppard had not been around to hear since the meeting, he is filling Sheppard in. Note also that they are shot from very far away, the lighting is dark, and we have to work to see them behind several obstacles, things blocking our view.

McKay: Elizabeth's including intel about the in-fighting amongst the wraith in today's status report. Sheppard: Let's hope that trend continues. If the wraith keep fighting like this, might be able to take the weekend off.

So, this is just another day at the office, two pals talking shop. McKay is giving us more exposition, Sheppard is making a quip, wisecracking about the enemy because he is cool like that. Because the lighting in the scene is so dark, it is difficult to see the fact that Sheppard is leaning against the stairway at the start of the scene, as though he had specifically been waiting for McKay to join him there. The fact that they had apparently planned to meet here in advance of this is also obscured by the way McKay launches into telling Sheppard about what he had learned from Weir without any preamble, continuing that never-ending conversation of theirs that had only been paused while they were away from each other. It seems like we are jumping in mid-conversation when we actually see them rejoin each other here at the top of the stairs, and then take off together like they had plans to go somewhere together. Sheppard is also wearing his tac vest, which he was not wearing previously at the meeting, but it is hanging open indicating that what ever reason he had put it on, he was now either finished or on a break from that. Off the clock, so to say.

Also note the extremely ambiguous way Sheppard delivers the line about the weekend here. Even if they were buddy pals, he might have said "We might be able" because they are team mates. They are on the same team. If the team leader decides it is time to take the weekend off, they are all going to take the weekend off. But they leave it purposefully ambiguous here whether he is saying "I might" or "we might." He is using the "we" form at the start of his response, so it would make sense for him to have meant "Let us hope that trend continues. If the wraith keep fighting like this, we might be able to take the weekend off." And by we, he means the two of them. The only reason to make this so ambiguous is that he meant the two of them, together. In the context of their relationship, Sheppard might have been ambiguous in character because is feeling insecure about it, not sure if McKay would want to spend the weekend with him. McKay's response to him is just a soft chuckle which suggests that he is not opposed to the idea.

For obvious reasons we never get to see them enjoy a weekend together. The only weekend we see on the series (Sunday, S03E17) takes place almost immediately following their break-up and it mainly deals with the aftermath of that. I will get into more detail later but it very much seems as though Sheppard is using Ronon to distract himself, and as he basically forces Ronon to do things with him that he usually does on a day off but that he is clearly doing for the first time with Ronon, we learn about his routines. Through this, we actually get some insight into what such weekends, of which there must have been many, had been like for him before that. Only, he had not been alone. Although he was with Ronon, this was the first time he was alone, and he could not bear it.

We get confirmation of this in The Shrine (S05E04), where Sheppard grabs a couple of beers from his fridge and, since McKay is losing his memories, reminds him about the fact that they have done that a lot together. They have had beers alone together many times. That is what they used to do on the weekends: beers, popcorn, tunes, lazing in bed arguing about movies and sharing thoughts, memories from their past lives, Sheppard thumbing through some magazine or comic book. It was not through playing "the game" that the two of them got to know each other so intimately as they clearly do, it was through things like this. And here they are, chatting about it seeming completely at ease in each other's presence, a glimpse into their private world that we get to see only in pieces over the seasons. That we only get to see if we are able to remove the obstacles purposefully put in front of our eyes, able to fill in the gaps between moments we see and moments obscured to us.

The thing is, the blue hues of the corridor (most Atlantis corridors are reddish in colour, there is more light) and the presence of Cadman, who they are about to run into here, who had been with McKay the previous time we had seen Sheppard and McKay together in this part of the city in Duet (S02E04), tells us that they are either coming from or going to McKay's quarters, and given that Sheppard seemed to be waiting for McKay and McKay seemed to be coming from a meeting with Weir, the latter is infinitely more likely. So they are going to McKay's quarters, the two of them together. We may recall that the last time that we had seen Sheppard here with McKay, his intention seemed to be to... come calling. To see whether McKay was alone or she was still with him. By his room. Late at night. Just checking, looking out for a friend in need.

Cadman's presence here contextualizes this scene as connected to that one. What is interesting is that we are given a time frame of 2 hours 46 minutes (those curious pockets of time) between this scene and when next we find McKay in the control room about to send in the data burst to Earth. It is doubtful it took him nearly three hours to compress the data, so this leaves them ample time for all kinds of activities, especially to pass short but intense energy bursts between them. What I am saying is that it is not an accident they run into Cadman here, and it is not random that they are in the blue-hued corridor. And they did not need to compose the scene like this. This is all intentional. Of course, although it is a very obvious retcon, you are free to interpret this as Sheppard and McKay as being on their way to play "the game," since this is definitely the kind of pocket of time that the game was meant to explain away. The whole point of "the game" was to give those parts of the audience that needs the subtext explained away a chance to see something else here. But really.

And so they come across Lt. Laura Cadman, bomb expert extraordinaire. The reason she is acting shifty is because this is a "Whodunnit" episode, everyone is suspect to build suspense. But the reason they have McKay and Sheppard run into her, and to run into her specifically here, and specifically as they are on their way to fool around for an hour (I mean, if you want to interpret them as going to lunch or to play "the game" or what ever, that's your prerogative, there is just about as much evidence for any of those activities; the facts are that Sheppard had been waiting for McKay by the stairs and that we will not see McKay again for 2h46) is to establish a connection between this episode and Duet, just as re-introducing the character of Kavanagh is meant to connect this episode to Letters from Pegasus (S02E17), and to lesser extent to 38 Minutes (S01E04). Although the charming smile Sheppard greets her with here is not unlike the smile he gave the nurse then, trying as he was his damnedest to push McKay away, as performative then as it is now. Sheppard even does the same head-tilt as then as they stop to engage Cadman. He is definitely trying to seem charming.

But even if Sheppard was not on his way to have sex with a man as he gives her this undeniably charming smile, let us just review the fact that she is not only rather young, she is a young woman under his command that he would never even think about in that context. This is to say that even though some people take scenes such as this as evidence that Sheppard is a ladies' man who is interested in every beautiful woman that comes in his line of sight (and how ironic is it that the actual reason for the smile here seems to be to try to disguise the fact that these two men are very much on their way to fuck), that is not actually even in the top 10 of the reasons why he uses his charming smile on women. He is being polite but noncommittal here, acting in a way that does not rouse any suspicion.

McKay: Cadman? What are you doing here? Cadman: Well, it's good to see you too, Rodney.

McKay seems unpleasantly surprised to not just find Cadman still on Atlantis, apparently having been under the impression she was shipping away, but actually near his own quarters where Cadman had first taken possession of his body. We do not know if Cadman was leaving for good or only having shore leave on Earth because we were told that she had a date with Beckett in the previous episode, which must have happened by now and, although we know that their relationship fizzles out before too long, we do still see them together at the end of the episode (and as an aside, Katie Brown is not even hinted at because McKay has given her literally not one thought since escaping the date from hell). The status of Cadman and Beckett's relationship at this time is uncertain, and this is possibly be design, leaving it as ambiguous as the other major relationship in the episode.

But note that although Cadman assumes McKay was asking what she is still doing on Atlantis, "What are you doing here?" might just as well have referred to the corridor near his quarters. That seems to be real busy. Forcing McKay and Sheppard to walk real close, bumping into each other as they try to avoid running into people. Not because they want to walk in each other's space. They just constantly seem to run into too little space for them to walk like straight dudes. It's a problem.

McKay: No, I thought you were leaving on the Daedalus. Cadman: Yeah, I was, but something came up. I asked Colonel Sheppard if I could stay around a little while longer. McKay: Oh, well, that's fine. Cadman: You OK with that? McKay: Yeah, course it is, why wouldn't it be?

McKay does not mince words, and although he is trying to be civil toward her, it is easy to see how displeased he is to see her. This is obvious not just to her but also to Sheppard who, apparently and perhaps to spare McKay's feelings, had left untold to him the fact that she was sticking around for a bit longer. It is obvious to him that McKay sees this lack of information as a betrayal, and hence while he does not say anything, we see Sheppard turn toward McKay and drawing his lips back as though he is smiling deeper when he is not really smiling at all. This is a fake smile, the kind that does not reach the eyes. And turning to McKay with this smile is one of two things: it is either an "Uh oh, I am in trouble now for not having told you, aren't I" smile or "I am totally messing with you but it is for your own good" smile. Regardless, Sheppard very obviously turns the smile to McKay.

What is interesting about this exchange is that McKay does not actually respond to her question. Cadman asks "Are you OK with that?" McKay responds "Yes, of course it is [OK], why wouldn't it be?" He is not saying whether he is OK or not, it is as though he is answering a completely different question to the tune of "Is it OK with you?" And this is not the first time this has happened, only in the previous episode we saw him answer a question neither Teyla nor Ronon had asked. And what is more curious is that he turns his head toward Sheppard as he starts responding, like he was speaking to him. Now, this could just be a syntax error either by the writer or the actor but let us presume it was said on purpose. It is more than peculiar that this keeps happening. And we know that when McKay's full genetic potential is unleashed later on in Tao of Rodney (S03E14), telepathy is one of his first and strongest gifts, he actually has to start blocking people out. That these two would occasionally respond to the other's thought rather than their words and never even notice they are doing it, having the "unsettling" ability to sense each other's thoughts by looking at the other's face, is really not the strangest thing on this show. It could also be that he is just so flustered and uncomfortable about the situation that he does not even know what he is saying but as mentioned, this is far from the only time we see this happen.

Cadman: Colonel. Sheppard: Lieutenant. I would think after all this time, you'd stop being creeped out by her. McKay: She just has a way of getting under my skin. Sheppard: Literally.

Cadman leaves and we may note that she boldly walks in between them which is not something that these men enjoy given how many people they avoid by pushing themselves closer to the other. We may note that Sheppard only says one word to her, basically acknowledging her salute which is something that he is supposed to do as a superior officer. But otherwise it very much seemed like he did not want to be in the discussion, he would rather they had not even stopped to talk to her. It is possible Sheppard had other, more pressing things in mind.

Now, Sheppard smiles politely at her and keeps eye contact with her almost the entire time they are with her, and she seems kind of flirty as she takes off, likely just to tease McKay for old time's sake. And it would be so easy to read something into it, like there was something there, an unspoken attraction when we know that she is presumably with Beckett, Sheppard clearly did not want to be in that conversation and was waiting for it to be over which we can tell by how he picks up their discussion just as soon as she is gone, and they both also start walking to where ever they were going, clearly having a shared destination because these two men are on the way to have sex with each other. That is the kind of misdirection that allowed them to do this. When there is a beautiful woman in the foreground, the audience is completely blinded to what happens in the background.

But let us just note that the face McKay pulls as she leaves and the wide breadth he gives to the woman that almost walks into him, clearly not wanting to brush up against her even by accident. McKay may get "all the women," but he sure does not seem to want any. Like, at all. Let us also note the fact that Sheppard expresses concern for McKay's well-being here, and it is not in the capacity of a team leader. He is concerned because he cares. It also shows us that Sheppard understands what McKay is feeling, knows him well enough to know what he is thinking, and he wants McKay to put it past him for his own sake. It also tells us that the two of them do talk about personal things with each other, they have intimate conversations. McKay's response also lets us know that they share things with each other, they do not keep secrets. They seem to know each other on a level that no one else even could know them. This is a wonderful scene, a masterclass in layered storytelling.

Continued in Pt. 3

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0heartangel0 · 9 months ago

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So, I was doing an experimental playthrough of Persona 5 Strikers recently (don't ask how it went, I don't want to talk about it...), and I realized something: throughout the entirety of the Shibuya arc, Zenkichi’s shown to be very calculating and deceptive to a scary degree. Like, scary-scary. While yes, these traits (the ladder, especially) appear throughout the game from time-to-time, Shibuya just takes it to the max, and I find it weird how no one talks about it. So I'm going to break it down here in different posts, scene-by-scene. Warning: it's gonna be a long one.

Pt. 1: Drunk Creep And Sober Weirdo

Okay, as strange as it sounds, we're actually gonna skip his first two appearances (the police meeting + him eating curry in Leblanc). However, I will bring them up later to make a point on something, so look out for that.

We're actually gonna start with his introduction to the thieves. As they're being harassed by a drunkard, Zenkichi pops up from the alleyway, almost like he was waiting for them there this whole time. When Mr. Intoxicated asks who he is, he smugly states that he's just "a knight in shining armor." He then makes a whole show on beating the drunk guy and (accidentally) scaring off the guy's subordinate by revealing his occupation to him. To top off his odd behavior, he then reveals to the thieves that there's another PubSec officer tailing them, hiding behind a nearby lamp post, much to the officer's confusion (he even alludes to more officers doing the same thing ("-considering the number of tails on you")).

All of this, I feel, is him trying to show not only how in control he is of the situation, but trying to paint himself as their savior (if the knight in shining armor line is anything to go by), and thus, owing him a discussion. Him also revealing one of his fellow cops out in the open could be painted as a friendly heads-up, but it might really just be him showing that since PubSec is already on them for something, seems only right to talk with the only one that's trying to be more direct about it. And so, that's what they do once he offers a discussion in LeBlanc.

Before we move on, I want to mention this optional dialogue that happens if you tell him you had the situation handled:

Despite his main goal here, he still tries to mock you, implying that your hypothetical attempt at dealing with the drunk guy would just be you getting to show off and look like the hero (ironically, something he kind of ended up doing).

However, if you choose to thank him instead, he replies with this:

Okay, so once inside, after some glaring and Haru making Zenkichi uncomfortable, Zenkichi finally cuts to the chase as to why he's here: he's a Public Security Inspector transferred to Tokyo's police department for a specific case. And this is where things start to get really interesting. He starts to go on about what recently happened on a talk show involving Alice Hiragi, even asking if you knew about it (if you deny it, he'll call you out for lying by simply pointing out your face:

But, if you admit to being there, he actually gets shocked over you even being honest about something like that:

). He goes on to describe how the police looked into the incident, and how there doesn't seem to be any motive for the MC to have wanted to propose to Alice in the first place. He then says:

I'm gonna need you to put a pin on this (plus the whole thing about Alice), for it's a surprise tool that will help us later.

The thieves are obviously in an uproar about this accusation, to which Zenkichi points out that the police don't have any proof, leading to ask, "are you the one doing this?" Either option you're given leads you to deny it. Zenkichi’s response to this is by "calling" his commissioner and informing her of your confession. His tone of voice (+ with what we later learn about Kaburagi) heavily implies that he's faking the call, which is such petty behavior, I love it. Here's the whole convo if you're curious:

(Love how Ann and Ryuji immediately believe him; they're so gullible!).

The point he's trying to get across is that no matter their pleas and claims, the police will still be eager to arrest them. He then claims that he'd also be negatively affected by this since the case won't get solved if they're arrested. So, he offers to make a deal with them: they offer him the needed intel he wants to solve this case, and he'll make sure the police won't lay a finger on them.

While what you answer with doesn't really matter (much like all of your dialogue choices in this game), one in particular caught my eye; "I don't trust the bureau." I say that, because this is how Zenkichi responds:

What's that? Zenkichi’s actually showing....GENUINE sympathy? Like...really??? If you listen to the audio, you can even hear his voice break at the end of the dialogue!

Well, thank God Zenkichi has an actual heart, and not just an artificial one made of sass and condescension-

Also, he says this soon after:

Much like Futaba, I had no idea what this meant, so had to look it up. It's a Japanese idiom that actually refers commonly to hawks as opposed to cats, and it usually means to stay humble and not boast about your talents. In a word, don't show your cards too early, or something.

Anyway, he explains that they don't have to answer right away, but hopes they will see things his way. And with that, he leaves, but not before Sojiro 86's curry for Zenkichi in the future. Despite his expression and words to that ("Now that hurts..."), the delivery reads full-on sarcasm, right down to the subtle quiet chuckle he makes after delivering the line (dude does not care).

The rest of the scene is of the thieves complaining about Zenkichi (With Yusuke describing him as having "a great many bats in his belfry", which means this:

You know you're weird when Yusuke of all characters describes you as that). They then conclude that they don't need his help, and will be taking back the desires Alice stole to clear their names all on their own. What they don't know, is that they've already played right into Zenkichi’s trap.

What this trap is? At this point, we don't know, yet (unless you've played/watched cutscenes of this game, before). Needless to say, he is very shady, extremely smug, and, as Yusuke put it, weird. Also take note that when they deny his deal, he doesn't appear shocked, angry, or even sad. In fact, he seems pretty chill about it, only saying that he hopes they'll come around to it. Also-also, take extra note that throughout the vast majority of the time he's talking this whole scene, his profile is usually on his smiling profile (also love that the only time his shocked profile is ever used, it's during optional dialogue of you admitting to being at a potential crime scene that you're already suspicious of causing).

As we move on, remember to keep in mind all of the notes and pins I told you to put up, got it?

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

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munchkin1156 · 2 months ago

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HADM 13- Joel (pt 2)

A continuation of this post for earlier in this event! :D

As alwayssss, thank you to @hermitadaymay for organizing this event, please check out their fundraiser for Gamers Outreach if you have time!

Tws: Aftermath of alcohol, getting stalked (technically), Joel has a generally terrible time

Word count: 843

Enjoy!

The next thing Joel remembered, was waking up in bed.

He had a small bedroom, filled with mess, from the files and unfinished paperwork all over the floor, to the pin board covered in red yarn and snippets of photos or newspapers or even social media posts. His clothes were stuffed at random into the drawers, and he couldn't be in here without sneezing from some dust. Maybe that was the real reason he hadn't wanted a break. Because then he'd be forced to deal with cleaning up his room.

Yet he had an excuse for the next couple hours, and that was that his head hurt like hell, and the jumbled up memories from the previous night were slowly coming back to him. It wasn't a fun experience, to say the least, and the hangover faded quickly, simply because it could tell, or guess, what might happen to Joel if too much horrible stuff happened to him at once. His thoughts were running wild inside his mind, filled with panic and stress and confusion and horror, especially since that was the last thing he could remember from that evening.

What had happened then? What had he done? Did anyone else see someone put a horse head up there? Had it been a hallucination? Unanswered questions, that he had no clue of how to figure them out. Maybe the worst scenario for a detective to be in, especially one as professional as him. And he couldn't report to the office. They'd be really annoyed if he did that, and he'd probably get put on holiday even longer. That might be even worse than what he'd experienced last night.

Okay, no, nothing was worse than what he'd experienced last night, but that wasn't important. It was beside the point. He couldn't work with his materials right now, so he'd have to make do.

…But, since it was still early in the morning, and he was on holiday, and he did have a bad nights sleep, it would be fine to rest a little longer. Joel closed his eyes again, and tried to ignore the whirling trains of thought behind them.

But sleep did not come for him. Instead, there was a sudden shift in the air, and Joel felt a strong sense of unease as he lay. Uncomfortable, like someone was watching him. His eyes snapped open again, and he bolted upright, but of course there was nobody there. He was alone. Like always.

Huh. Maybe he was going crazy.

Joel's eyes drifted around the room, maybe in slight fear, or hope. Anything to get him out of this paranoid cycle. If something happened, then at least he'd know it wasn't for nothing, even if it made the case worse.

It took him a moment to notice what was off. It took him a moment to realise that the yarn on the board had moved. It took him a moment to realise what it said. It didn't take him any time at all to realise who it had been. Who else, in all honesty, would sneak into his apartment, just to spell out "hi" with the red yarn he reserved for cases, other than the very person he was hunting? Joel didn't have many friends, and definitely none who'd play a sick prank like this on him and expect to get away with it.

God. He felt like a dog, chasing his own tail. Soon he'd get dizzy and would have to slow down, but it would still be there, in the corner of his eye. Taunting him. Patiently waiting for him to get up and keep running. Usually, these cases gave him a thrill of excitement, following clues and tracking the culprit down when they thought they were too clever for him. But this one… This one felt like it was. That horse head, that message, in his own bar, in his own home, it made it a lot less fun, and a lot more personal. This person wasn't just messing with his work, they were going out of their way to mess with him specifically. Joel had no idea why, but it made it real hard to bloody forget.

There wasn't really anything to it. He'd have to think differently about this case, starting with himself. What place would he mess with himself next? Where he would definitely see it, definitely know that clue was for him? There were a couple different options, but only one of them really stood out.

The arcade store. He didn't go there as much now, but he used to play this one game called Frogger so much it ran out of zeroes to put on the highscore. That was so much of his childhood, so many memories, and if this- this person seemed to know him as well as they thought they did, that would be the next place to look. He better get dressed then. He had a long day ahead of him.

Anyway, it had been a while since he'd said hi to Etho.

. . .

Whaaaaat might possibly happen next? Who knows, guys, who knows. Least of all me :>

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See you tomorrow!

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ye-it-is-skeet · 1 year ago

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I found some poses on Pinterest and you can guess what happened✨ Also taking this time to show the full-body full-designs of the teetlez+Usagi✨ And to talk about the designs and choices that were made. Also behind them is basically the shapes I imagined as I drew them all

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Leo- The most I can say about his design is like.. He wears wrappings either to have support for his wrists or just because. I have sketches of all their masks from behind but Leo's is based on, when I looked up traditional ninja designs, and saw a ninja with a warrior man-bun type deal so ye✨

Raph- His rough and "spiky" look is more just to show his aggressive demeanor most of the time. At first I just added the armor because I saw some ninja outfits where they wore armor (mostly on their shins and forearms), but after drawing this I realized it can be good for ramming into people and having that protection. Also the instant I finished designing him I knew I wanted him to be DARK, and I am OBSESSED with how dark he is✨ Also the short mask tails are because I see so many ppl giving Rise Raph specifically his tails tied to a bow so ye. Also it wasn't just a pentagon, it's more that I just thought about polygons.

Donnie- I actually designed Donnie first, because he's my favorite, heheh✨ His design is simple, I wanna talk more about his Bo-Staff. As I drew this I just made this area that stuck out from the staff where the wrap is, and it reminded me of those pencil grips. So now it's that Donnie doesn't like holding the rough staff for too long and has that little area to give his hands a break as he continues to fight. The armor on his shins I do not yet have an explanation for. Maybe it's so his kicks can hurt more.

Mikey- Again, simple design. When I designed him I wanted him to look round and a lil chubby maybe~✨ Quick tip: if he doesn't look baby then you drew him wrong.

Usagi- For the most part I just did my own thing, the outfit design, more specifically how the blue cloth bits are designed, were entirely based on how @okumura-senseixxx draws Usagi (love how they did it✨, obviously). Using that design because I wanted Usagi to look pretty, and that design of clothing is very pretty✨ Other than that it's a matter of just flipping Usagi's hair because trust me it doesn't look good any other way. I didn't think heart when designing Usagi, but when I think of Usagi I think "heart" so ye.

Teetlez- I am thinking of doing one of those "art study" sheets for my teetlez and characters if you guys ever want, I'll just do a mini worded version for now since I'll be working on something else. Overall their bodies are based on the first concept designs of my "Turtlier" Teetlez which was the Rise Boys just.. "Turtlier". Those designs changed but I loved the body type and used it here✨ The beaks are personally a must✨ I find it more interesting to draw beaks than normal mouths for the teetlez✨ The tails are also just a personal must, I just like them✨ Took a while to figure how I'd draw the individual pieces of their outfits, I thought doing brown or grey (ew) but both matched Raph's red in greyscale so it would never work. Then I looked back at my sketched design of Donnie and noticed to differentiate the pieces of clothing I had shaded his arm and leg bits. ✨Lightbulb✨ Just make the other pieces darker variations of the main color✨

I have a lot of information that I'm still trying to hash out, so ye✨

References (if it's important at all, from Pinterest except the nunchaku one, google):

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real-team-luster · 1 year ago

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Introduction: What's Up World!

Hey everyone, the name's Darrin, leader of Team Luster (The real one) I'm new to this whole Rotomblr thing, but one of my admins, Laurel, suggested I start this blog to give me something to do on off days. The work we do here at Luster is simple, really. We've got locations all over, but mostly in Hoenn and Kalos. The gems we sell are great for all occasions, and they're ethically sourced from Carbink and other Rock-type Pokemon in the area. Anyone who tells you we "harvest" Pokemon's gems is just plain lying. Our work is absolutely legal and, even if it wasn't, who's really getting hurt? Anyway, that's all from me. I'll post every now and then about how business is going, maybe bring my admins on every now and then. One last thing, though, remember that no matter what you're told, Team Luster is NOT an evil team like those Galactic or Plasma guys. /// OOC information and team members below the break!

Team Luster is an evil team, but closer to Yell or Star in that they want to accomplish a specific goal (in this case, harvesting gems for profit from wild Pokemon.) Their primary motivation is growing their business and expanding as much as possible.

In-universe, the extent of Team Luster's actions is widely not known, at least for the moment. They take measures to cover up their actions and seem legitimate to the greater public.

Mostly a comedic/low-stakes blog, I won't be getting Team Luster involved with any plots about blowing up the world or anything. They stay away from that.

Team Luster's members are frequently wrong about various things, especially Darrin, but they're fairly knowledgeable about business and battling.

Legendary/Mythical Pokemon are real in this world, but at least from Team Luster's point of view, are more like critically endangered species that just happen to have significant power rather than actual deities.

All of Team Luster's members are more than happy to accept battles! They may not win, in fact they likely won't, but it's not a big deal in their eyes. I don't imagine this will come up for a while, if at all, but they're also willing to accept new members.

I may update this every now and then if necessary, so check back once in a while to see if there's anything new!

Pelipper Mail/Malice, Musharna Mail/Malice, and Union Rooms/Circles are enabled! No Magic Anons at the moment. TEAM MEMBERS Darrin - Male - he/him - 48 - Leader and certified old man

Scar - Garchomp - Female - Moves are Bulldoze, Crunch, Dragon Claw, and Scary Face - Ability is Sand Veil (Currently separated from Darrin)

Fang - Crobat - Male - Moves are Hypnosis, Screech, Supersonic, and Cross Poison - Ability is Inner Focus

Ghoul - Gengar - Male - Moves are Night Shade, Sucker Punch, Acid Spray, and Dream Eater - Ability is Cursed Body (Currently separated from Darrin)

Peridot - Crustle - Female - Moves are Bug Bite, Smack Down, Dazzling Gleam, and Rock Wrecker - Ability is Shell Armor

TEMPORARY (Not officially caught or owned by Darrin)

Coquillant - Terapagos - Female - Moves are Tri Attack, Rapid Spin, Ancient Power, and Protect - Ability is Tera Shift (Currently resides in the Area Zero Underdepths)

N/A - Galarian Yamask (Sedimentary Variant) - Male - Moves are Astonish, Protect, Sand Sport, and Rock Throw - Ability is Wandering Spirit

Laurel - Nonbinary - She/they - 25 - Admin and certified braniac

Fractal - Sableye - Female - Moves are Astonish, Disable, Knock Off, and Mean Look - Ability is Keen Eye

Alloy - Steelix - Male - Moves are Rock Polish, Dig, Iron Tail, and Stone Edge - Ability is Sturdy

Kira - Female - She/her - 19 - Admin and certified naive newbie

Fuzz - Combusken - Male - Moves are Quick Attack, Double Kick, Flame Charge, and Aerial Ace - Ability is Blaze

Nippy - Mawile - Female - Moves are Fairy Wind, Iron Defense, Crunch, and Ice Fang - Ability is Hyper Cutter

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #ooc

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fluff-writing · 8 months ago

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This idea has been percolating in my brain.

Buckle up this idea contains implied mpreg (which so does D4 itself so who gives a shit lol) and referenced past noncon. Also discussion of possible infant death, and Inarius being his usual bastardly-self.

But a D3.5 AU thing.

Tyrael discovers his brother is not only alive, but also free and on Sanctuary, by way of having him show up like some kind of fucked up stork and drop a scuzzy infant into his lap. Turns out its a certifiably 50/50 genuine angel/demon hybrid Nephalem. Not the quasi-super-humans Sanctuary usually gets nowadays. The real deal. He's got little horns. And a tiny, boney whip-tail.

Oh, it came from Inarius in some manner or another, but he wasn't interested in raising the first baby Lilith spawned in specifically for them, he sure as hell isn't taking on this one by himself. He can barely function for himself on account of the 3k years of torture. Whose the other parent? Who the hell knows, a lot was happening to him in hell and it's not like he was keeping track of who put what where. Torture, for three-thousand or so years, Tyrael.

Why didn't he just kill it? Fuck you, that's why.

(He certainly thought about it. He couldn't get rid of it while it was in him, and once it was out...it would've been easy. All he had to do was leave it where it'd been birthed, out in the Pandemonium wastes. It probably wouldn't have even lasted hours before something came along and had a fat little snack. He'll deny any kind of love or attachment to the little beast. The only thing that had him bundling it up in pieces of his own torn away robing and tucking it against his shoulder was...spite. Yes. Spite. He'd make this thing someone else's problem, and see how they liked being saddled with a tiny destroyer-of-worlds packed into a pudgy, useless, screaming little body. And if the way it swung clumsy fists in the air and grabbed for his face was the first truly gentle, innocent touch he'd had in millennia...well that was no one's business but his.)

(Somewhere, Rathma is laughing at him. And also concerned for his new baby brother pls don't drop him it would take at least a day for him to make it out to Pandemonium from the bottom of Sanctuary's ocean.)

Who better than to care for this thing than his treacherous, hypocritical, mortal-loving brother?

Well, he's not sticking around, so good luck when the brat figures out fire-breath, Linarian was burning entire barns to the ground by age twelve.

Tyrael takes all of this in stride, and he, Lorath, Donan and Elias now have a baby to raise. A super-powered baby the likes of which Sanctuary has never quite seen before. What could possibly go wrong. He names the kid Lee, in honor of Leah, and doesn't know how much the two would've had in common had she lived.

Lee is mostly a good kid. A little too clever at times, a little too eager to test rules and limits and break the rules anyway just to see what happens. But once he understands that rules are in place for reasons (we don't scale the bookshelves because they're not sturdy enough and could break, we go to bed on time so we're not so tired), he usually follows them.

True to what Inarius said, he figures out how to start a lot of fire way to quickly for anyone's taste. Usually he's good about using it only for defense, and not Dastardly Actions. Sometimes Elias is asking for it though. His stuff is the most fun to burn, he gets real mad about it.

Donan is inspired. He loves this little stinker. He wants one of his own. Lorath is a little bit horrified at the thought of another kid underfoot, as he finds Lee to be quite the handful. More than the other three, he worries about what happens when the nephalem grows up. He's going to be big, and he's going to be powerful. Inarius's last son changed the way people study magic, and commands the bloody dead. What's this one going to be capable of? And Donan wants to throw a regular human child into the mix with him? What the Hell man.

He's quietly supportive when Donan meets Braega and starts a little romance tho.

Tyrael loves his nephew. He's never had actual, proper family the way humans count it before. Yes Inarius is his brother, that's why he's in this whole situation to begin with, but there's has never been a 'brotherly' relationship.

Lee is so clearly his brother's kid it's a little scary. It's like having Inarius 2.0 running around but tiny and he grew like a damn weed the first few years so now he's all skinny-stretched out with lanky arms and legs. And that whip tail. It taps when he's annoyed or goes question-mark when he's happy, and rattles when he's scared or mad. Lee is usually scheming about something or another, and proud as a five-year can manage. He cares passionately and wants to know everything. Tyrael is enchanted watching him grow and change, and is certain this is the Mortal Experience in real time.

They encounter Lee's older brother a few times. Tyrael finds this unnerving. Lorath is defensive the whole time. Elias tries to get him to stay around and teach them death magics, to which he is politely but firmly rebuffed.

Lee doesn't know what to make of the tall, dark person who looks and feels and smells like he should know him. Rathma doesn't know what to make of him in turn, but does clock his other parent immediately.

They have the same nose, see.

It's not until Elias does something absolutely boneheaded and brings forth Sanctuary's ancient mother back into the world that this really becomes and issue though. After all, if her goal is to destroy her father, and she is a construct of his, then of course any other children he may have must also be destroyed.

Doubly so that this one happens to have come from her treacherous, disloyal, ungrateful fool of a former mate.

#tumblr tried to eat this post #fuck off tungl #Diablo AU #the Mephistinarius crotch-spawn fic no one asked for

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hello-nichya-here · 1 year ago

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Concerning Friends: With Chandler being your favourite, could you explain what draws you to him? What you find interesting in his character, in his development? Love hearing your takes on..well, literally everything 🤍

Gladly!

Chandler Bing Appreciation

Humor

The first thing that comes to my mind when I think of Chandler is "He's the funniest of the cast", and considering the competition he had, that's a pretty big accomplishment. I'm a sucker for sarcastic jokes, and Chandler was the king of it. I always liked how he could think of hilarious replies to literally everything everyone said so fast, and his way of delivering the jokes was so specific to him that even the show itself poked fun at it.

And I loved how, just like he was quick to make jokes at everyone else's expense, he also did it to himself, which showed both that he could take a joke AND that he was very insecure. To quote one of my favorite exchanges between him and Rachel (that I totally don't relate to on a spiritual level)

R: You should never be allowed to talk to people! C: I'm sure you're right, but why?!

Him being Joey's best friend also created a lot of naturally funny moments because Joey was way more confident, and far dumber, than Chandler, so one of them is always being the butt of a joke just by being next to the other.

I promise this whole thing won't be just quotes, but nothing better exemplifies what I mean quite like this bit of dialogue when they're discussing possibly having a threesome with a girl, and flipping a coin to decide on which end each will be:

J: What's heads and what's tails? C: If you don't know that, then I don't wanna do this with you.

But my absolute favorite thing about the jokes written for Chandler was that they often poked fun at the show itself, like him responding to Monica giving him a key to her appartment with "Door hasn't been locked in five years, but okay", or making fun of typical Ross and Rachel drama, or just point out how completely absurd some of the situations they got into was, like when Ross was murdering everyone's ears while playing bagpipes for Chandler and Monica's wedding.

M: Why is your family scottish? C: Why is your family Ross?

The guy also looked funny. I've seen one of the directors say Matthew was always aware of the camera, and it shows, because he is always doing something, even in the background, mainly funny faces to react to what the other five are doing. And that led to lots of improv on his part, and you can actually see some of the other actors breaking character in the background because they couldn't hold back the laughter.

His physical comedy was great, and nothing puts a smile on my face quite like seeing Chandler make a joke just a little bity funnier by jumping up when reacting to stuff, or doing a little dance out of the blue - or even better, reacting to stuff that was not supposed to happen. One of my favorite exemples of it in the whole show is him and Rachel (a criminally underused comedic duo of the show) in her office, with him trying to convince her to uncuff him after he hooked up with her boss, and Matthew's face just breaks me every single time I see it.

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Combine his habit of playing off of EVERYTHING with the improvs both from him and co-stars, and you have little moments like this one in which Ross gets a call from his second (ex) wife and Matthew just reacts to David's improv on instinct, then doesn't know what to do next:

Seriously: could he be more iconic?

Trauma, Insecurities & Awkwardness

For all of his hilarity, Chandler also had quite a lot of emotional baggage that he often either refused to deal with or didn't know how to deal with.

His parents were a disaster, with the dad cheating, the mom hooking up with one of his friends when he was already very uncomfortable with how much he (and everyone) knew about her sex-life and sexual fantasies - to the point that Chandler legitimately thought it was normal for kids to have seen orgies - and, more importantly, he was told about ALL the drama of their messy divorce, and even at his wedding they were at each other's throats.

He went through a lot as a child and naturally that affected how he acted as an adult, making him a messy, flawed, sympathetic character. It was easy not to judge him too much for things like his deeply dysfunctional on-again off-again relationship with Janice, or the moments of immaturity/anxiety in his romance with Monica - especially because he did make progress and grew a lot.

But the dude was also a mess in other (deeply relatable) ways. He flew to Yemen to avoid telling his ex he didn't want to get back together. He lied to said ex about still having feelings for her/wanting to have an affair so she wouldn't show up at his wedding/move to the house next to his. He lied about not being able to come home and was actually gonna let Joey think Monica was cheating, just to not have to tell his best friend that he wanted to spend the night with his wife instead of hanging out. This man let a co-worker call him by the wrong name for months, got in the way of him getting a promotion, then helped the dude trash his office - all to avoid going through the awkwardness of correcting him.

There's a reason he said stuff like "What must it be like not to be crippled by fear and self-loathing?"

A Caring Friend

Even though Chandler didn't think very highly of himself, another thing that made him a personal favorite for me is that he clearly had a very kind, loving side.

He invited both of his parents to his wedding even after all the shit they pulled. His goodbye to Rachel at the end of the show broke my heart in a million little pieces because he was just so sweet to her. He and Joey were so close they were practically a couple, and when he fell for his girlfriend and kissed her, he not only confessed, he was willing to not go after her because he wanted to prove to Joey he'd never betray him again. There's also a "Joey room" in the house he and Monica bought at the end of the show.

Even though his romance with Janice was a mess, he was a really good boyfriend to her when she was leaving her husband for him - and then he stepped aside when Janice realized she still had feelings for the guy, so her kid would not grow up with two dysfunctional parents like he did.

Those moments made the character feel far more real and, once again, made it a lot easier for me to still feel a lot of sympathy for him even when he was in the wrong.

But come on. If we're REALLY gonna talk about Chandler's sweet, caring, understanding, mature side, we gotta talk about the person that brought it out the most.

Chandler & Monica

Mondler, Mondler, Mondler. The best couple on the show without a shadow of a doubt, and possibly one of the best sitcom couples in history. And it was the dynamic that allowed Chandler to develop as a character and let the qualities he already had be front and center in many episodes.

Before the writers even considered pairing them up, we already Chandler offer to be her boyfriend/husband and father of her kids later in life if she doesn't find someone. Monica is offended the first time because why wouldn't she have found someone by then, and in the second time she just laughs because, come on, they're friends, JUST friends????? It'd neeeeever happen.

Both are played for laughs (though Monica does let him try to win her over the second time), but they already highlight some very important things:

1 - Chandler cares so much about Monica that just saying "I'm sure you'll find someone eventually" isn't enough. He has to assure her that even if nothing goes according to plan, she'll still have someone to grow old with.

2 - As early as season one, Chandler already liked and trusted Monica enough that he was not at all hesitant to suggest "Hey, maybe you and I could get together in the future and even have kids." I remind you that at that point in the story Chandler had never so much as let one of his girlfriends have a drawer with their things in his home due to his fear of commitment, and he had assumed EVERY COUPLE broke up after their first fight because pretty much none of his previous relationships survived it (except Janice, but that was more of a "They DID break up, they just got back together later" kind of deal).

And that last point is really made it so easy for audiences to get attached to their romance - which was originally only going to last a couple of episodes! They were already super comfortable with each other and were clearly compatible, which allowed their relationship to progress without the need for the neverending drama, Ross and Rachel style.

Monica was neurotic, had a serious case of OCD, could be very bossy, often needed things done ONE way and one way only - which meant Chandler always knew where he stood with her. If something was wrong, she'd tell him. If she said she was happy and loved him, he could believe her more easily because she simply could not fake it when something was bothering her.

Much like Chandler, her family life was not at all ideal (due to her parents pretty openly liking Ross more than her) and she had tons of self-esteem issues (again, because of her parents and because she used to be overweight) - but she also take a joke, or at the very least, make fun of people right back. I think Chandler related to that.

And, more importantly, their friend group had not imploded after Ross and Rachel's relationship ended very badly, twice. So Chandler just knew that, even if he and Monica didn't work out, it wouldn't be the end of the world, or of their friendship.

It made perfect sense that lots of his typical paranoia didn't affect him as much during their relationship, because by that point he just knew that Monica would always be part of his life.

But the writers also didn't make the mistake of dropping his insecurities, anxiety and even immaturity completely. They came back every now then, sometimes for jokes, other times in a more serious way.

He can't bring himself to full on say that he wants them to be exclusive right away, got way too cocky about being the best sex she ever had and thus made her mad, assumed they'd break up after the first fight, nearly gave himself a heart-attack when he accidentally said "I love you", proposed to her because he wanted them to be on good terms after a fight but didn't know how to fix things without her guiding him, pretended to storm out in Vegas with an empty bag because he just wanted to be dramatic after a fight, and he almost didn't show up at their wedding.

The fact that the writers allowed to still have flaws, took the time to have him overcome said flaws and without being judgemental of him, like Monica was wasting her time with a total loser, is one of the reasons why his character development worked so well, and why I'll defend even the worst seasons of the show.

More importantly, despite the fact Monica is the one with the more experience on how to actually have a relationship, they also let Chandler be the one be the mature one every now and again, and talk sense into her when she's being unreasonable (like when she wanted to spend ALL the money he had saved for their future on their wedding alone).

I also really like how they have HIM taking the lead in some major events for their relationship, showing not just that he cares, but that he really is growing as a character and becoming more comfortable with being an equal in the relationship, instead of just needing Monica to guide/push him or just agreeing whenever she wants to takes things to the next level.

He is the one that decides they're still in "London time", the one to first say "I love you" (twice), the one to propose in Vegas and then start the conversation about whether they should really get married once they both think it over and are afraid they're rushing into it, the one to decide it's time for them to move in together, the one to propose for real (only took the writers five fucking tries to realize "Damn, maybe they SHOULD get married"), and while Monica says she wants a baby, she does it as a joke and it's Chandler who then brings up the subject seriously.

That last one also brings us one of the sweetest, saddest moments in the entire show. Them discovering they can't have kids, and Chandler making that whole speech to the mother of the baby they want to adopt that, when the time comes, he'll figure out how to be a dad, but Monica is already a mother - without a baby.

It just showed how much he loved her and how great of a partner he was, and it was FAR from being the one time in which they remain an loveable, interesting couple to watch post-marriage (seriously, it's crazy how Friends was THE show to get both a dramatic mess of a couple that can never reconciliate until the finale AND a stable couple that is just allowed to be happy together).

Chandler getting a look at what his life would be like if Monica left him when his boss is dragging him into his mid-life crisis. Monica being all excited to show him her new boots AND allow to actually guess what's changed about her look instead of doing the obligatory sitcom thing of "Wife gets mad at the husband for petty shit", and then Chandler carrying her on his back because said boots hurt her feet (then saying the other pair she wants to buy will cost her one husband, which always cracks me up). Chandler having to move to Tulsa because of his job, them missing each other like crazy, Chandler remaining faithful when another woman makes a move on him and quitting his job because he just wants to be with his wife, who is then super supportive of him when he's unsure of what to do in his professional life from then on - which of course, leads to this great joke.

M: I want you to have a job that you love, not statistical analysis and data reconfiguration. C: I quit and you learn what I do?

(And in case anyone is wondering, yes, I had to google what his job was because I forgot too)

They're simply an incredible couple that I would gladly watch doing the dishes together, and their relationship being so well-written was one of the best things that could have happened to Chandler's characterization because the show deconstructed and evolved it without betraying the core of who Chandler Bing was.

Also their romance led to the iconic episode of everyone finding out and messing with each other about it, and thus the scene of him and Phoebe trying to "seduce each other." I want to find the genius who wrote that scene in particular and send them a thank you card because it was the best thing in the whole world and I'll cherish it forever.

Matthew Perry, The Absolute Legend

Naturally, I have to end this post by remembering the guy that brought this amazing character to life.

Like I said before, he was always aware of the camera and making sure even the smallest reaction was funny for the audience. Like the other main actors, his charisma made good scenes great, and bad/mediocre scenes enjoyable - and whenever the script gave him something truly excellent to work with, he'd do it perfectly and make it all the more special.

He also stopped the writers from commiting THE biggest mistake they could have ever made: In the season 5 finale, after discovering Monica had lunch with her ex, he was supposed to cheat on her in Vegas, basically copying the Ross and Rachel break up drama of season 3. The actor asked them to change the script because he felt it would make everyone hate his character, sparing the audience of more unecessary drama and giving us the super cute almost-wedding in Vegas, that they chicken out of like two dorks, and then leads to them moving in together.

Matthew Perry was gave this role everything he had, even while going through really dark times, and in doing so he made millions of fans happy all over the world - and he'll be dearly missed.

#asks #chandler bing #mondler #chandler x monica #matthew perry

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artbyblastweave · 2 years ago

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Due to my schedule I generally only see the new episodes of MAWS the Tuesday after they air, so I haven't seen the latest one yet. That said:

The set-up at the tail end of episode 4 goes a long way towards rehabilitating the traditional 1950s "Lois Lane trying to ferret out Superman's secret identity" plot beat. In the 50s it was just weird superdickery fodder, an extension of the cartoonish sitcom runaround that ate all superhero comics alive from the inside at that time. This iteration of it is more grounded in what's already been shown. In a story that takes itself seriously, there's no way that an antagonistic pursuit of Superman's secret identity wouldn't lead to some kind of disaster. But this version of Lois Lane is A.) pointedly career-focused and Out For Her Big Break, to the detriment of her friends, even if she comes to feel bad about it on reflection, B.) in a position to feel personally slighted because she connects the dots after she seals the deal on a relationship with Clark in his civilian identity, C.) has a specific hangup about people close to her keeping information from her (that's what the scene with the phone call from her father is doing.) The perfect cocktail to intelligently execute a really stupid plan.

And, from the other direction- Clark hasn't exactly been given a ton of confidence that Lois is a person he could trust with information this sensitive, has he? His formative experience with her involved her manipulating him into directly disobeying his boss on his first day on the job because she was so sure she was onto something. She specifically wants to blow open the Superman story for the sake of her career, regardless of how much damage it might do to the guy behind the costume- how much confidence should he have that he'll get any special treatment? Also worth mentioning that the Superman persona in this continuity post-dates Clark having to bust out the powers in public to save Lois and then having to professionalize his persona in a hurry because there was no going back after that; this isn't a long-kept secret, it's an emergent situation that he only sorta-kinda opted into and hasn't totally figured out the significance of. Contrast S:TAS, where Superman goes into his weird situationship with Lois being basically fully informed about his own background and capabilities. Overall the fact that everyone involved is around 23 and all relevant events have happened within a three month timespan is making this work.

On a related note, with the benefit of hindsight- I guess one shortcoming of S:TAS was never having Lois work any of it out on her own time. In theory she was a side character in a show about Superman but she still headlined enough plots that it maybe should have eventually come up that she was dating her coworker in his superheroic identity? Going on picnic dates with Superman in costume and yet it never comes up that he's working at the next desk over from her in his civilian identity? I mean, even if she's making the active decision not to know, or if she suspects but for whatever reason decides to just leave it unaddressed in the relationship-that would say something fascinating about her character, right? About Clarks? An unresolved tension there that always bugged me.

#MAWS #my adventures with superman #superman #thoughts #meta #effortpost

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jj411 · 1 year ago

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My analysis on Bumblebee (Yang x Blake)

To analyze BB we need to look at both Blake and Yang separately at their different arcs. Also we will need to look at Sun for a bit.

I've seen some people say that BB was love at first sight, or it came out of nowhere, or any other thing. I don't agree with those. Let's start by looking at V2.

During the early parts of V2, before the dance, Blake and Yang seem to just be normal friends and combat partners. Which I like. I prefer to see a relationship start as friends and grow deeper over time rather than instant romance at first sight. After a certain point Blake starts to overwork herself which causes everybody to worry about her. Then Sun shows up and was hoping he could invite her to the dance. Sun is very obvious in his attraction to Blake. Yang decides to help out and we get the scene where Yang explains about her mom and how everybody needs a break or they will burn out. She then says she will save Blake a dance and givers her a wink.

Now here is where I think Yang is showing that she is also attracted to Blake. Doesn't really mean love yet, but she is dropping hints of her attraction. Problem is Blake is still too wound up and distracted from White Fang activity so she doesn't seem to pick up on the hints. She goes to the dance and enjoys herself.

We then have that little campfire scene at Mt. Glenn where Yang tries to lift Blake's spirits about her always running away. I don't see this romantic. To me this was just Yang being a good friend and partner.

Now in V3 we don't get a lot until the end. We do get a Blake blushing at Sun early on though. Which shows mutual attraction between the two. But to me this feels more like puppy love, no pun intended. Basically like a high school crush. There is an attraction, but it never went all that deep.

Now we get to the fall of Beacon. Adam attacks Blake and says I will destroy everything you love. Blake hears Yang and sees her; and looks terrified. Adam see's her reaction and says 'Starting with her.'

Now I could be reading too much into, but here is what I think happened with Blake here since she never really showed any romantic thoughts towards Yang before. In this moment, Blake is beginning to realize that she does care about Yang on a deeper level. She just never would have thought about it before because her romantic thought's were on Sun before and she could never imagine her past coming back to attack Yang specifically. These feelings made Blake more aware of what she actually thought of Yang. I could be over analyzing that part.

The fall happens and Yang loses her arm defending Blake. Blake then runs back home with Sun tailing her. After the event Blake's romance towards Sun is basically gone, which to me just supports it was a high school romance type thing. No real depth was there. Now through out V4 and V5 we see Blake think about Yang from time to time. Even Sun brings her up. But Blake's feelings towards Yang is now mixed with a lot of guilt. We know Blake things of Yang on a deeper level, but guilt is now mixed in with that. So it's hard to say just how deep those feelings would really go.

Switching over to Yang, we see her think of Blake from time to time (when she looks at the pile of books). But Yang doesn't dwell on those thoughts too much in V4 as she has to deal with her own PTSD from loosing her arm. We don't get a lot of thoughts on what she thinks of Blake until V5 when she talks to Weiss. Yang makes it clear that she cares deeply for Blake, but Blake really hurt her by running. At this point they both stop thinking about each other as other arcs of the story needs their attention. (Haven and the White Fang attack)

Now we get to V6. The team is back and Blake is ready to jump at a moments notice when it seems like Yang needs something. Yang tells Blake it will be fine, but they will have to get used to things before they hopefully go back to normal. Blake is wanting to help Yang out of guilt and Yang is trying to keep Blake at arms length.

We see that a lot during V6. It especially comes to a head at the Apathy farm where Blake says she will protect Yang, which pisses her off. We learned in V4 that Yang does not like feeling inept. She can still be plenty capable, arm or no arm. To me it seemed like Yang wished Blake would have understood that about her. But they couldn't really talk about as they were on creepy death farm. It wasn't until they both killed Adam where it seemed like they were finally on the same page. Blake wasn't doing things out of guilt anymore and remembers to trust that Yang can handle herself. And Yang felt that trust from Blake.

In V7 we get to the awkward part of their relationship. I feel they each know they like each other but none of them want to really say it out loud. So they do the awkward flirt stuff. V8 had some strong moments and even stronger moments of pining. Then we get to V9 where there were more signs of physical touches until we get to the moment where they both declare that they both love each other.

So where Black Sun felt more shallow and like a high school crush. BB has far more depth to it because of it's buildup and realization from Blake. It's the fact that the relationship came back after Blake ran which is what adds the depth to their feelings towards each other. They were all able to forgive.

This is all just my analysis and I skimmed over some things and may have forgotten other things. But this is just my synopsis on BB's relationship. You may not agree with me, and that's fine. But this is how it looks to me and how I see how it happened. Ramble over.

#rwby #bumblebee #bumblby

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gamewizardsclub · 3 months ago

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Barry, the eeviepokemaniac, has a question: If legendary Pokémon are deemed genderless, why is Mother Lugia with that of Silver? Being asexual counts as a gender, at least to a degree or extent (asexual reproduction means the sex is female)

Thiccc badge replied-

You don't need a gender in order to split your cells. Examples of asexual reproduction include binary fission (bacteria, amoeba), budding (yeast, hydra), fragmentation (flatworms, starfish), sporogenesis (fungi, ferns), and vegetative propagation (plants like strawberries, potatoes).

Lugia could literally split (tho that seems unlikely with lore). Or create a bulge which falls off becoming its own Mon. Or chop off it tail slowpoke style and grow its tail back while the tail grows a new body. Or an egg pops out (which could denote female, but considering daycare just finds eggs and there's no proof that male or female has anything to do with it (ditto is agender and is used as a breeding ho) and it just grows into a pokemon.

That's probably relatively how all mons are made and gender just comes up for shits and giggles

Goth badge replied-

I like to think most legendary mons are all genderless and when they speak/use a specific vocal tone that comes across as Male or Female, it's simply because they like the tonal range and has nothing to do with their gender identity at all. As for breeding, birds will literally lay eggs even if they didn't mate simply because they're biologically inclined to do so when the habitation is beneficial for egg production, so who's to say Pokemon aren't able to just lay eggs willy nilly and sometimes those eggs just happen to be fertile? Weirder stuff has happened in Pokemon before so legendaries being able to make more of themselves asexually or such doesn't feel very far-fetched (pun intended) in comparison.

Hollownest badge replied-

So the genderless pokemon and Legendary pokemon get pretty confusing, so let's break it down:

First, genders. Pokemon basically has 3 genders, with male, female, and "gender unknown". And it's that third gender is where things get interesting. The original Japanese text translates to "sex unknkown", so we can infer that the intended meaning is that the Pokemon's gender/sex is literally unknown and potentially impossible to determine, and is not meant to mean that they are a specific third gender or a species that gender simply does not apply to (try asking a desk lamp if it's a boy or a girl). Due to this, it can be argued that Pokemon has a massive number of genders if we assume that each Gender Unknown species is its own unique gender (i.e. Magnezone gender).

In terms of functional categorization, however, it makes sense to lump all Gender Unknown Pokemon into the same category, as the observable characteristics of all Gender Unknown Pokemon are identical. Every Gender Unknown Pokemon is immune to infatuation, cannot use Attract or Captivate, is ignored by Rivalry, and is unable to breed with other members of their Egg Groups. From a practicality perspective of breeding and battling, simply saying Gender Unknown or the technically inaccurate Genderless is the most useful and widely adopted approach.

There are currently 155 Gender Unknown species of Pokemon, making up 15.12% of all known Pokemon species. Of these, all but 40 are in the No Eggs Discovered Egg Group (which includes Lugia), and one of those 40 is Ditto, which is an Arcues-send for breeders but an absolute aneurism for scholars due to how it makes everything much much weirder. To make things even more complicated, some Genderless Pokmeon *are* able to produce eggs, but only with the assistance of a Ditto. Not any other members of their Egg Groups, not even with other members of their own species. Just Ditto. And then some can't do that. So let's go over the different 'types' of Gender Unknown Pokemon to get a better understanding of what we're dealing with.

1. Pokemon that do not have the anatomy to support reproduction. Everything from your Magnemite to Porygon to Dhelmise. Strangely, there are a number of Pokemon that would fit this description that have genders anyways, such as Muk or Chandelure.

2. Pokemon based of creatures that reproduce asexually. Specifically for Staryu and Starmie.

3. Pokemon that are multiple creatures. Falinks, Tandemaus, and Maushold fall under this category as a result of being single species' that are made up of multiple members of presumably disparate genders (especially in Maushold's case). Strangely, other multiple-bodied Pokemon actually have discernable genders, such as Exeggcute and Dugtrio. Especially strange in Exeggcute's case, since it is known to have individuals leave one group and join another.

4. Pokemon that should not exist. The Paradox Pokemon, which are implied to be fabricated from fiction, as well as the Galarian Fossil Pokemon, which are chimeric in origin and thus do not have proper biology. Also includes Type: Null, Silvally, Genesect, and Mewtwo

5. Pokemon that are aliens. The Ultra Beasts are too alien to our understanding of life to try and accurately gague what genders they may or may not be. Deoxys is Deoxys.

6. Pokemon that are unique entities. Pokemon like Mew, Arceus, Jirachi, the Temporal Trio, Legendary Heroes, The Swords of Justice, and so on are less species and more of mythological characters. These are the Pokemon with specific backstories and often supernatural origins. But to make things more complicated, some unique entities *do* have genders, like Ogrepon, Terapagos, the Loyal Three, and the Forces of Nature.

7. Other. These are the Gender Unknown Pokemon that kind of just confuse me and necessitate the verbage of "Gender Unknown" and "No Eggs Discovered". Lugia had a baby. Manaphy can lays Phione eggs, but not Manaphy eggs, but is always being shown hatching *from* a Manaphy egg in almost every appearance. What lays the Manaphy egg? And what the hell is going on with Meltan? There's also the thing where supposedly unique entities like Celebi and Rayquaza have shiny versions of themselves canonically running around. There are even regional forms of the Legendary Birds, indicating that they really are just exceptionally rare and nothing more.

8. Ditto. I am too eepy right now to articulate why Ditto angers me so much

. . .

"Hey Yveltal, what gender are you?"

"DEATH"

"oh ok"

Also the Legendary Beasts having a whole Shiny trio mucking about implies that rather than Raikou Entei and Suicune being fully unique, Ho-oh just occasionally revives dead dogs with slight deviations. So yeah fuck it maybe Walking Wake, Raging Bolt, and Gouging Fire were just *really* early takes on Ho-oh reviving dead lizards or something

"Hey Solgaleo are you a boy or a girl?"

"I am a cosmic construct born of stars. Your kind often refers to me as male, but the notion of genders does not actually apply to me."

"neat. Hey Lunala, what gender are you?"

"Still not how that works, but I suppose you can call me female. Human mythology often relates the moon to femininity, and I like how it sounds."

"yeah that's fair. Hey Necrozma, what gender would you say you are?"

"I AM IN CONSTANT PAIN"

"ok but what's your sex?"

"ETERNAL SUFFERING"

"ok but what are your pronouns?"

"HELP/ME"

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pico-digital-studios · 9 months ago

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Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Allies Alike

After OMT!Tails and SS!Amy managed to evade LM!Sonic's wrath, they emerged in the streets of Moebius's central city.

SS!Amy: Gosh... This place really is a dump.

OMT!Tails: Let's just hurry!

They got moving, though so much had happened earlier - he was devastated by the words LM had said to him, and as he flew, he could barely keep ahead of all the voices in his head.

LM!Sonic: Had you actually BEEN more competent in stopping that Malware Threat, your Sonic would still be alive today! But NO! He had to die trying to save your pathetic hide!

Wacky: Tails, I... The... The hardest thing about being a hero is... you can't always save everybody.

Crimtake: You're going to pay for all you've taken from me.

OMT!Tails: I can do BOTH of those things! A hero of Mobius always-!

CR!Sonic: Not... "always".

LM!Sonic: You don’t belong in this universe. You never did.

Tails leapt out into the open first, only wanting to listen to the one voice in his head he wanted to hear.

OMT!Sally: Keep going for me, Tails.

As he kept moving, he didn't notice a truck speeding by and got hit by it, though thankfully not killed. Once in the clear, he fell to his knees, out of breath from the long run, as SS!Amy caught up.

SS!Amy: Oh, gosh... Are you alright, Tails?

OMT!Tails: I-I'll shake it off. I can't give up now, not when Cream's life is in danger.

As he prepared to dash deeper into the building they were at, Amy caught his hand as he turned back in surprise.

SS!Amy: Y... You're still upset over LM calling you an anomaly... right?

OMT!Tails: *sigh* I am, yeah... It's just awful to have to see one Sonic amongst the many heroic ones treat you as if you should n-never have existed. It... It gives me bad m-memories of when I used to be bullied a lot for my abnormality...

SS!Amy: Honestly, Tails? I've been through that same treatment when I joined the Quill Society. Not from the majority, mind you, but from LM specifically. It must've started after my universe was erased by Finitevus the other day...

OMT!Tails: You got treated as an anomaly, too?

SS!Amy: Yeah...

They sat down on the floor.

SS!Amy: Ever since I joined, LM's always been the one to act like I'm not doing good enough on the job. It's always been "you didn't stop Crimtake when you had the opening back then" or "you think your friends would be proud of you?". He left a sour taste in my mouth, honestly. I scoffed it off, but... I still feel like I don't belong, much less due to my "colour scheme" breaking the boundaries.

OMT!Tails: Guess we're both stuck having to be force-fed LM's lies, huh? For me... I'm just scared that, since time is of the essence, we might not stop Crimtake in time.

SS!Amy: Hey.

She smiled softly to him as she held his hand.

SS!Amy: If I could fight Crimtake in my first crossover incident, and you could easily beat him at his weakest, I'm sure we can both pull it off together.

Tails teared up a bit as she hugged him, which he reciprocated as Anti-Miles and Alicia watched close by.

Anti-Miles: Hey, you two?

They broke the hug when they heard Anti-Miles behind them.

OMT!Tails: Guh-! You again?!

Anti-Miles: We couldn't help overhearing what you were discussing about this "Crimtake" individual.

SS!Amy: You heard all that?

Alicia: Yeah. We saw this strange Sonic figure in the depths of the factory, though he got burned out and is bound for the Emerald reactor in the middle.

OMT!Tails: Right. Thanks for that knowledge. We'll go and deal with him!

SS!Amy: Actually, hold on a moment. We might need a hand to ensure he doesn't escape while we're fighting him. Are you two okay with it?

Alicia: If it's for this Tails's sake, I'm more than happy to help!

She smiled to OMT!Tails, proving her word about feeling sorry for his losses was indeed genuine.

OMT!Tails: What about you, Miles?

Anti-Miles: Dude, don't act like I'm in it for your heroics. This ain't a place where heroics define people-.

Alicia: Miles, just this once, alright? That Quill Society I saw would really appreciate having one less thing on their plate.

Miles sighed in frustration, reluctant to agree.

Anti-Miles: Fine.

OMT!Tails: You'll help out?

SS!Amy: Sweet!

Miles whipped out a cigar as he looked at OMT!Tails.

Anti-Miles: Just don't expect me to help you in stuff like this often. Once you're done here, I want you outta here. This city ain't one for the unprepared.

OMT!Tails: You got it. Once we've neutralised and apprehended Crimtake, we'll be gone in a flash!

Anti-Miles: Good. Now, let's get inside this joint!

The four headed inside to find Crimtake, who was inside the Emerald chamber and awaiting their arrival.

Crimtake: So, you four now wish to play the fine game of nil, even with the odds stacked against you? Hehehehe... See you all soon!

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whyweonlyseeeachotherat · 7 months ago

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Daddecember Day 3: Accidents Happen

Glass on the tiles like stars. So pretty for something that meant Meg was so, so fucked.

“I'm sorry!” She babbled, tongue running away faster than her mind could keep up with as her knees hit the ground with a hard thud, “I'll clean this up, and I'll buy another one, I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot–”

Cath stared at her blankly from where she stood by the sink. She blinked her heavy lidded eyes a few times, perfect cat’s eye liner all pointy and intimidating looking. She tipped her head back, swallowed the small handful of pills she’d been grabbing from the organiser on the side, and yelled, “Em, Meg’s freaking out again.”

“What are you doing,” Meg hissed as her heart rate, already racing, decided to go for gold, “He doesn’t need to know, I said I could deal with it.” Her hands shook, sweat slicked her fingertips as she piled up the tiny little fragments of glass and piled them up in her palm.

“You are literally having a panic attack because you broke a glass,” Cath drawled, “Of course I’m telling Dad. We all need the reminder that I’m not the only fucked up one around here.”

A sharp pain blossomed across Meg’s hand and blood welled up.

Meg gave a slight shrill laugh, “Guess whatever he has to say probably won’t be worse than my mum making me illegally sell twixes that are specifically ‘not for individual resale’ at a dubiously significant markup to seven year olds to replace her favourite Winnie The Pooh mug.”

“Heinous,” Cath commented.

“Our teacher pretended to call the police when she caught me,” Meg said, “She got her husband to come in dressed up and everything.”

“Not even the most fucked up,” Cath said with a dark grin.

At the sound of Steve’s approaching footsteps, she tossed her mess of dirty blond hair over her shoulder, “See you later, fuck-up.”

Steve walked in then. Or Emrys, she supposed. Seeing as that was his actual name.

She bit the inside of her cheek as he took her in. Silence stretching like cling film over uncooked turkey - awkward and bulging in uncomfortable places.

Damnit, someone had to pierce it. “You’re still Steve in my head,” she said, “Sorry about that.”

He blinked. Most of that amnesiac stupour was gone, he was clear eyed and bushy tailed and no longer prone to wandering naked through the woods of strange fantasy lands. At least, as far as Meg knew.

“Why… Steve?” He said slowly, “I never asked you that. But I suppose it was my name for a good half a year there. I should like to know your reasoning.”

“It’s from Minecraft.”

Steve did not look like he knew what Minecraft was.

“It’s a game where you wander round the forest and punch trees.” She explained, because it seemed the most relevant thing to mention.

“How… peculiar.”

“Yet, if your experiences of waking up in a forest with no idea of how you got there are anything to go off, shockingly realistic.”

He still had scars on his knuckles from that particular experience. He glanced down at them, surveying them under the kitchen light. “Quite.” He looked down at her again, and her heart decided that, in spite of some unfortunate mid race setbacks, it was still in with a chance at winning the whole damn thing. “You’re bleeding.”

She cringed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break it, I just have butterfingers, you know? I’ll make sure to be more careful next time, I–”

“Megan,” He interrupted, “I do not care about the cup. I am concerned for your wellebeing.”

Oh.

“Come here,” He said, crouching, then helping her stand. “I mean it,” he said. “These things happen to all of us. A cup I can replace easily, your sense of safety is not so interchangeable. This is not your mother’s house.”

“I hate you,” she muttered.

He looked perturbed, “Did I upset you?”

She scowled, “No, but if you keep making me cry I don’t have any motivation to get as good at eyeliner as Cath.”

@daddecember

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